It’s not a dream, voices are calling me
Black birds flying over my head
I'm not sleeping now; I think that is this real
But is too late, he bit my neck
Oh, oh

He must’ve entered through my window in the night
There's broken glass on the floor
I don't understand how this vampire
Flew across the darkness of the sky
Oh, oh

Blood on my pillow

Drinking all the blood of his victims
As this night he did with me
Sinking his sharp teeth into their necks
Completely emptying their veins
Oh, oh

Now I'm one of them; I'll fly with the moon
Selecting victims to bite
And in the dead of night you'll see me and you'll hear
Outside your window, my scream
Oh, oh

Blood on my pillow